Trouble in Camelot
I’ve reached the five-date mark with the Man from Marshalls and despite the fairy-tale encounter that gave birth to our relationship, there’s trouble in Camelot. I…
I’ve reached the five-date mark with the Man from Marshalls and despite the fairy-tale encounter that gave birth to our relationship, there’s trouble in Camelot. I…
As it turns out, I don’t look quite as sexy in bowling shoes as I had hoped. In fact, with my black tights, gray skirt and…
For our second date, the Man from Marshalls and I are going to an art gallery. An actual art gallery! It’s an opening reception, to be…
There is an altercation happening on the bus. For two reasons, I’m very excited to have observed this minor phenomenon. Firstly, I find SEPTA squabbles infinitely…
And so the post-date wait begins. As it turns out, I could have had a real triple header date if I had stayed in Philadelphia this…
Let it be known: the man I met in Marshalls is not bald beneath his Phillies baseball cap— quite the opposite. I know this because a…
I’ve inadvertently scheduled myself a triple header for this weekend. I’m going camping and my companions shall comprise entirely of men—now this is my kind of…
My “New month, new men” strategy is going to require some new math because this is my third and final month and Match.com and now that…
Thursday night’s rendezvous with Date #9 was rather disastrous; although I managed to avoid bleeding to death by way of my toenail injury, I got caught…
At 4:00pm on Friday afternoon, I found myself in a bit of a conundrum: I had failed to schedule a date for the evening. To be…
You know the chemistry is lacking when you make it home in time to watch three episodes of Big Bang Theory. Granted, it was Bang-a-thon night…
I’ve been getting quite a few questions about my little experiment, although seeing as I’m gearing up for my fourteenth first date since the beginning of…